Let’s Show My Blog From Your View

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I have always wondered what T.S.O.T.S.B. (this blog) looked like being viewed by someone else besides me, and now I know that others also have a very dirty little secret and view my blog.

This challenge began with a simple idea, yes it is scary when I get ideas on my own, but it happens, even to me. Anyway, the idea is more of a challenge for readers here, but its just for fun, there are no prizes, no fame, and I promise not to make obnoxious comments. Here’s the plan, I want y’all to have my blog pulled up on your PC/laptop/tablet or your device and take a picture of it. Then, email it to me. If you wish to be anonymous or use and alias or just put no reference, just let me know. If you are proud, leave your blog name/URL and I will include it in the post. Remember, I publicize on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, and Blogcatalog.

So, what are you waiting for? Let’s Show My Blog From Your View today. Take the pictures, send them to my email, and see it all right here. Search this blog for the term “My Blog From Your View” to see all the past brave souls.

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Even A Beaver Needs To Rest……

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Now, I’m not nearly as busy as a beaver, but my days have been full. I was casually asked today if I’m enjoying my new career choice and my answer is yes. Like all new jobs, it has it’s challenges and it’s frustrations, but not without it’s share of successes. I have been putting allot of time and effort into learning how to better understand the scope of my job. At first it was like not having a direction, it was like I was chasing my own tail in vain, but each day one more piece clicked into place. Ever tried to put together a 1500 piece puzzle with no box to look at, leaving you with no visual reference, and forcing you to attempt trial and error blindly? At the start that is how I felt, like a puppy in a new home, in a home with some really big dogs. Now, after some tasks have been initiated, with a few good results, I find myself with a little bit more assurance. Sadly, in my opinion, I still grasp at the remaining 1439 pieces trying to get it together in a timely manner.

What does this mean to y’all, the patient visitors who see very little from me lately? I guess, lately, I’ve been brain tired, and when I get home I just get my chores done, get dinner made, and then I’m out of gas. This blog used to be effortless, it still is to tell the truth, but I still do everything thing here that you see from my phone, and that takes effort and time. So yes, I have slowed up here quite a bit, bringing this blog to a crawl, waiting on it’s knees for me to pay attention to it. I know, sounds like I’m making excuses, and I probably am, if tired is an excuse that is. All I can ask is that y’all bear with me for a while until I get a grip on the new job. Keep sending me emails, FB messages, and so forth, believe me, I’m reading them all. I have an ass-load to post, now I just need to “make” the time to do it. Patience my friends, all shit rolls down hill eventually.

I Have A Message For One Person

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But y’all can read it just as well. I’m not going to yank out my soap box but I am going to say my fucking piece while it is fresh on my mind. Earlier today I was at the mall to get a new pair of shoes. It has been 8 years since I bought the shoes I’m retiring because I buy shit that lasts and I take care of them. Anyway, when it was my turn in line the young lady rang up my total, I pulled out my VA card and cash, then asked her what my new total was. Before she could do anything I hear screaming from behind me from this woman yelling at the clerk telling her that I didn’t deserve the fucking military discount that this baby killer was begging for like a dog wanting fucking scraps. I’ve been called many derogatory names in many different languages in my life but this bitch was seriously pissed off at me. At first I was thrown by her words, after a quick breath I turned to her with this, my favorite movie quote.

“As a military member, I have more responsibility here than you could possibly fathom. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. I know deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you don’t want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a person who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said THANK YOU, and went on your way”.

She, of course, stood there with her fucking piehole wide open, at a loss for words I assume, she didn’t have a clue what I just told her. I am not a person who raises his voice or hand to a woman, and in a calm voice I asked if there was going to be anymore stupid fucking shit spilling over her lips. While I stared into her lifeless eyes for a few moments she turned to her five young children and told them they were going to a different store, one that doesn’t support murderers and baby killers. I’m not an emotional man, but when I turned to the clerk I had tears in my eyes, she touched a nerve that I couldn’t control. Wanting to continue my purchase I handed the clerk my cash, she closed it in my hand and said she will not except my money. She voided the transaction and then I watched her as she bagged my box with the shoes just before she handed it to me. She turned her head, I watched her wipe tears away, and she tells me thank you, some of us will always appreciate your sacrifices to our country, we love each and every one of you, we really do.

What do you say? How do you say it? She came around the counter and gave me the most sincere hug I have felt in a long time. I left there smiling, not because I was given shoes, but for the first time ever in person, a perfect stranger openly admitted that she appreciated our military and our services to our nation. That rarely happens in our society and I got to be a part of it, I will remember this day for a long, long time.

Rexi’s Kitty Is Addicted To The Sting!

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Each time I see Kitty checking out my blog I joke silently to myself that she must be addicted to the sting. Well, a fan is a fan, I’m perfectly fine with it. Speaking of which, weren’t y’all supposed to send me pictures of your computer with my blog pulled up? What happened? Y’all ain’t skeered are ya?

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Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty………………..Kitty?

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Well, well, well, as I was trolling my Facebook page I had a few notifications, one being mentioned in a comment by none other than Dr. Rexi herself. Seems her kitty was so stressed out by not having her own eco-friendly cat perch she just collapsed. Or, maybe she is just napping, either way, Rexi shared another great shot of my blog as seen on her computer. Which reminds me, weren’t all of y’all supposed to be sending me pictures of my blog as seen on your computer? I put this challenge out a while back with only a few proud takers. Let this be your cue, if Rexi can do it twice then y’all should be able to do it at least once. Email it to me or tag me on Facebook and see it displayed here. Now, what are you waiting for?

The Most Perfect Question Known

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“When I was young I spent my days and nights with so much curiosity. Curiosity because I had the uncontrollable urge to learn, I wanted to understand everything. As a child I wanted to ask the questions that would enhance my knowledge of everything imaginable. Little did I know that I was using tools I was born with to help me grow and function in the world. Many years later now and I see the same thirst of knowledge in my son. Many people consider the question of why to be annoying, I look at it as an opportunity to explore.

But why do we stop asking so many meaningful questions the older we get? Perhaps it’s because we are taught fear and learn self apprehension. I say fear because maybe we’re afraid to find out what the answer would be, afraid to learn the truth. Perhaps finding out would change our path in life, which for some might bring about new opportunities but for others may bring about anguish and anxiety. I don’t suffer this fear, I want to know the answers good or bad. Maybe that is why I see many things and just cut to the chase and ask WTF.

I also say apprehension because to ask questions might bring with it uncertainty of what we may have to face the other side of the question asked. Sometimes we may feel it’s easier for someone else to ask the questions so that we can live our life without having to make decisions. Sometimes, more often than not, it is easier to be the sheeple. Why would people prefer to be lead? Why not cut your own path? Why? Because we are taught this way early on and many continue to live their lives that way. In the end continuing the cycle of ignorance.

Beyond parenting with school aged children I believe school should play a much better part. In school we’re taught to focus on finding the correct answers to questions that have already been asked, rather than ask our own questions. The problem with that is that one can never expand their minds that way. Without expanding our minds, we hold ourselves back, and we do not think out of the box. Someone else’s belief system will also become our belief system, someone else’s version of the right way to live our lives becomes our way, the way we mature into adults is someone else’s ideas, and so the cycle continues for generation after generation after generation.

We need to be allowed the opportunity to set up our own system so that we become individuals in our own right from a very young age. We also need to recognise other people’s beliefs just as we expect them to recognise ours too. When we learn new things we push ourselves beyond what we already know. We also allow ourselves to explore other people’s opinions of what they tell us so why not take the next step and ask why. Only then will we start to view the world differently. Seeing the world from a different point of view gives us more opportunities to be encouraged, to ask more questions so that we continue to challenge ourselves further. We may even make many new connections and many new discoveries along the way.

So I ask everyone here, why ever stop asking why?”

The above represents the first draft of a speech I have been asked to give on the final night of the science camp my son left to attend Monday morning. I was told that parents, teachers, friends, relatives, and the attending 7th and 8th graders would like to hear a motivational speech from me since many of the attending students are current and past Scouts (both Boy and Girl Scouts) that look up to me. Really? 90% of the reasons I am no longer a Scout leader is because I didn’t teach just out of the books, I tried to get the young minds to question what they didn’t understand until they found an answer which satisfied their inner curiosities. But, since I had been in many of their lives for around 14 or more years I saw no reason not to accept the honor. There is one requirement, it must be about learning.

While writing it I found myself thinking about if I were to write it right here what would it sound like? And I see it needs some polishing to say the very least. I can’t speak to this crowd as if they were reading a blog post. So, I will be refining it, tweaking it, and polishing it up so it will be a shiny turd of a speech. So far it has been interesting, I can’t remember writing a speech since high school because anytime I generally speak to a crowd I do it a la carte or very off the cuff. No, I am not nervous about giving the speech and no I don’t regret accepting the challenge, I only worry about dropping an F-Bomb (fuck) or three. I probably won’t bore all of y’all with the refined version other then reporting how it all went when the deed is done.